With the first round ended, 3 of the original 4 hopefuls had moved onto the next round. Summer had earned a victory over Sarge while Barbara and Felizia, having wrestled to a draw to the expiration of the 5 minute time limit, each moved on as well. As both Barbara and Felizia exited the ring, their 3 veteran counterparts entered with Big, Bad Bertha the first to climb up into the squared circle. Cocoa followed, making sure to give an intimidating scowl to the 2 aspiring contenders as she passed them by. Trailing the other 2 veteran�s was Ms. Liberty, who paused as she passed by Barbara.
�Good luck!� Barbara whispered to her friend, though Ms. Liberty was unresponsive.
Noticing her friend�s unusually distant demeanor, Barbara gently grabbed her by the arm and asked if she was okay. With the two close to each other, Barbara also noticed the redness in Ms. Liberty�s eyes and realized that she had been crying, though Ms. Liberty simply nodded her head and walked past her, climbing up into the ring. Once the 3 veteran�s were all standing alongside him, the announcer continued.
�Unlike the Women�s Division Tournament, where each of the aspiring wrestlers got to choose their opponent; this time one of our Veteran�s will get to pick all 3 of our second round matchups. In order to determine who will have that advantage, the 3 veterans will now fight it out in a Battle Royale!�
The announcement was shocking, and the 3 veterans seemed a bit stunned by it, though Cocoa eventually smiled, having a distinct advantage over her 2 colleagues. Bertha looked nervous at first, but then glanced across at Ms. Liberty, acknowledging her distracted state of mind. She seemed to be relieved as a result, the announcer continuing with the rules.
�The winner of the Battle Royale chooses not only her own opponent, but also the other second round pairings! So the last veteran left in the ring will make the decision for all 3 final round matches. Whomever she chooses to face the first veteran eliminated from the Battle Royale will wrestle in the first match of the final round, the second veteran eliminated will wrestle next against her chosen opponent and the winner of the Battle Royale will conclude our tournament against the remaining opponent of her own choosing. There will no time limit, the winner being declared after her 2 opponents have been involuntarily extricated from the ring. So let�s get right to it!�
With that the announcer directed the 3 women to their corners before he left the ring. But as soon as Cocoa turned her back to walk toward her corner, Bertha hurried over to Ms. Liberty and whispered in her ear.
�Listen grandma, if either of us is gonna survive, then we�re gonna have to work together. So if you don�t want to get eliminated first, then follow my lead!�, Bertha instructed before turning to walk to her own corner.
Also walking away, Ms. Liberty pondered the offer. Though suspicious of Bertha, she nonetheless had to agree with her assessment. Having faced Cocoa once before, a one-sided match in which Cocoa not only defeated Ms. Liberty, but took away the championship belt in the process, Ms. Liberty knew what she was up against. To make matters worse, Cocoa had also face Bertha once before, but Bertha found a way to win their match, giving her even more credibility. But Ms. Liberty�s mind began to wander once again, still deeply upset by the altercation in the locker room before their introductions. So as she stood in her corner, it was clear that her thoughts were not focused solely on the impending contest.
But the bell rang shortly after, despite Ms. Liberty�s level of readiness. Rushing out of her corner, Bertha circled around Cocoa, who moved directly to the middle. Ms. Liberty circled in the same direction as Bertha, albeit much more slowly. The avoidance continued for a short while until finally, after Cocoa stood waiting for either to attack, the crowd began to boo. Prompted by the fans� dissatisfaction, Bertha moved in first, ducking low enough to grab hold of one of Cocoa�s tree-trunk-like thighs. Clenching tightly onto the monstrous leg with both arms, Bertha struggled to try and force Cocoa off of her feet.
On the periphery until this point, Ms. Liberty moved and tried to grab hold of Cocoa�s arm, but the large, powerful Cocoa easily shook free before slamming her club-like forearm across the side of Ms. Liberty�s head. The blow sent her stumbling back toward the corner as Cocoa then reached down and grabbed the back of Bertha�s bikini bottom, hauling her off of the mat by it before tossing her aside. The maneuver drew a loud roar from the crowd, some chuckling as Bertha rolled away, landing near the far corner.
Remaining in the center of the ring, Cocoa waved her arms at both women, goading them into another attempt. Still reeling from the blow to the head, Ms. Liberty gingerly moved away, circling the perimeter of the ring as she tried to avoid the larger woman. Meanwhile Bertha gradually got to her feet, pulling her bikini bottom out of her butt as she too began to circle, the two smaller women again revolving around Cocoa on opposite sides. Satisfied to wait for Bertha to once again take the lead, Ms. Liberty rolled her head to clear the cobwebs as Bertha again attacked, this time trying to grab Cocoa by the wrist. With Cocoa distracted by Bertha�s attempt to secure her wrist, Ms. Liberty did the same on the opposite side, but Cocoa easily overpowered each, wrapping her massive arms around each of their waists and trapping them in a bearhug. With the two smaller women pulled in close on either side of her, Cocoa squeezed their midriffs mightily, lifting them off of their feet in the process. Her two victims each tried to wriggle free, but Cocoa then dropped to the mat, falling into a seated position as she pulled them both down with her.
As a result, both Bertha and Ms. Liberty landed hard on their own backsides, the jolt of the landing sending a sharp pain up each of their spines as their heads fell back, reacting to the spine tingling landing. With the three women now seated and Cocoa perched between the two, the bulky brawler them quickly lifted her arms up before lowering them down onto the heads of each and wedging her armpits over the faces of her two opponents.
Both Ms. Liberty and Bertha�s heads were tilted backward, their faces engulfed by the cavernous folds of flesh beneath each of Bertha�s arms. Each began to violently kick their legs, their screams muffled by Cocoa�s underarms as they thrashed about wildly. The crowd couldn�t help but chuckle at the sight of the two trapped wrestlers kicking and twisting as they were smothered by their gargantuan attacker�s armpits. Cocoa grimaced, a hint of satisfaction on her face as she had trapped each in the same predicament, much to the delight of the crowd. Their furious bodily convulsions continued, until finally Bertha found an escape. Able to open her mouth, she took a bite out of Cocoa�s sweaty underarm, drawing a pained howl from her Amazonian attacker as she lifted her arm off of Bertha�s face who quickly rolling away, escaping Cocoa�s grasp. Ms. Liberty was also a beneficiary of Bertha�s tactics as Cocoa reached across her body to grab her aching underarm, allowing Ms. Liberty to also roll out of harm�s way.
Bertha got to her feet across the ring and backed into a corner, Ms. Liberty rolling onto her back as she gasped for air, her face bright red. Cocoa meanwhile grew angry as she sat upright, still massaging the bite mark while realizing that Bertha had escaped. As a result she then turned toward Ms. Liberty and quickly rolled over before lunging forward and dropping down on top of her. Instantly the 5�6�, 175 pound body of Ms. Liberty was engulfed by Cocoa�s 5�9�, 280 pound physique, with only the smaller woman�s arms and legs visible beneath the massive mound of flesh.
Standing across the ring, Bertha watched with a hint of a smile on her face as Cocoa�s body entombed her rival, squashing her against the canvas. With her head buried beneath Cocoa�s bosom, Ms. Liberty was helpless as her body felt as if it were trapped in a trash compactor. She tried to wriggle free, but only her boots and hands could be seen twitching from all sides of Cocoa�s silver leotard. With no escape, she began to panic, her body weakening by the second from the crushing effects of her predicament. But Bertha then crept over to the adjacent corner, climbed up onto the middle ropes and dove downward, viciously driving her knee into the middle of Cocoa�s back.
With an agonized howl, Cocoa rolled off of her victim, who was also stricken by the attack. Rolling onto her side and grabbing for her aching back, Cocoa was clearly suffering from the attack. Ms Liberty meanwhile has rolled over yet again, this time lying perilously close to ringside, half her body beneath the side ropes. Her body felt flattened, not only by the sheer weight of cocoa pressing down on it, but also by the added pounding of Bertha�s weight on top of that! With Cocoa momentarily debilitated, Bertha clearly had to opportunity to rush across the ring and shove Ms. Liberty beneath the ropes and out of the ring, thereby eliminating her from the contest. But instead, she chose not to do so, a truly surprising reaction and one which many of the fans were surprised to witness. In fact, some of Bertha�s fans began to yell up at her to eliminate Ms. Liberty, but instead she chose to focus her efforts on Cocoa.
Stomping over to the downed Cocoa, Bertha reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her braided hair. She then yanked on it to try and pull her onto her knees, Cocoa not cooperating, though eventually she was forced upward. As she got to one knee however, she sent a quick, straight jab into Bertha�s soft gut, doubling her over in the process.
�OOOFFFFFF!� moaned the winded Bertha as she backpedalled a few steps away.
Still suffering, Cocoa remained on her knees, turning around and seeing Ms. Liberty still splattered beneath the ropes. She then began to crawl over toward her, clearly not intending to be as generous to the flattened veteran as Bertha had been. But just before Cocoa reached Ms. Liberty�s side to roll her out of the ring, Bertha charged across, leaped into the air and delivered a flying elbow smash into the same spot on Cocoa�s back as she had hit with her knee. Dropping to the mat, Cocoa groaned loudly once again as Bertha warned Ms. Liberty to snap out of it.
�Come on grandma, get up!� she shouted.
Still overwhelmed by the effects of Cocoa�s smothering attacks, Ms. Liberty nonetheless grabbed the middle rope and began to pull herself onto her feet. As she stood upright, Bertha moved onto the opposite of Cocoa and motioned for Ms. Liberty to do the same. Now set on both sides of their mammoth opponent, the two veterans glanced at each other, Bertha nodding to Ms. Liberty, indicating that they should attack simultaneously.
Having pushed herself onto all fours, Cocoa�s two adversaries then each grabbed one of her wrists and pulled her arms out to either side of her body. Now kneeling erect, Cocoa was being stretched apart as both Bertha and Ms. Liberty yanked on her arms with all of their might. Bertha then glanced at Ms. Liberty, rolling her head around as Ms. Liberty nodded. In unison, the two women then whirled around, rotating Cocoa�s substantial arms beneath them to further twist on her limbs.
With her arms now coiled painfully, Cocoa�s head dropped backward as she shouted in pain. But refusing to surrender, she gradually placed one leg in front of her before slowly pushing herself onto her feet. Though still trapped, her facial expression changed as it curled into anger, her two attackers looking nervous as they tried desperately to keep her at bay. But Cocoa then grunted loudly, powering her arms together as her two opponents were forced to comply, stumbling in front of her before smacking together. The front of Bertha�s and Ms. Liberty�s bodies collided roughly as they slammed against each other before collapsing in a heap at Cocoa�s feet as the crowd roared.
Standing ominously over her fallen victims, coca then reached down and violently snatched a handful of Bertha�s hair, forcefully yanking her onto her feet. She then grabbed her from between her legs, hoisted her into air and then slammed her to the mat in a brutal body slam. Bertha�s entire body shook from the force as she rolled onto her side, visibly hurting from the collision. Cocoa then turned her attention to Ms. Liberty, who was now seated on her side, also shaken from the earlier punishment she had had been subjected to.
Reaching down, Cocoa grabbed Ms. Liberty by the arm and yanked her onto her feet before draping her body across her shoulders and hoisting it into the air. Cocoa then wrapped one arm around the back of Ms. Liberty�s neck and the other around the back of her thighs to hold her in the horizontal position across the back of her shoulders. She then jostled the 175 pound woman once to steady her, Bertha getting to her feet as she noticed what was happening. With Ms. Liberty strewn across her, Cocoa paused as she warned her ensnared opponent of her impending fate.
�Sorry ML, but you got to go!�
She then began a slow march toward ringside with the clear intent of dumping Ms. Liberty over the top rope and eliminating her from the contest. The crowd anticipated the imminent elimination and began to cheer, but Bertha stormed up in front of Cocoa, standing between her and the ropes as the action momentarily paused.
�Get out the way!� Cocoa bellowed to Bertha.
But instead of allowing Cocoa to dispose of Ms. Liberty, Bertha instead sent a powerful stomp onto the front of Cocoa�s kneecap. The force of the blow buckled Cocoa�s knee awkwardly inward and her face winced in pain. She stumbled, still holding Ms. Liberty overhead, but then Bertha sent another stomp, this time onto the side of her knee, buckling it yet again although in a different direction. With a tormented howl, Cocoa fell over as Ms. Liberty dropped to the canvas above her head. Cocoa instantly recoiled her injured leg in toward her body, the crowd hushed as they sensed that the Amazonian veteran had suffered a debilitating injury.
Ms. Liberty rolled away and got to her knees as Bertha quickly moved in and grabbed one of Cocoa�s arms, yelling at Ms. Liberty to come and join her. Getting to her feet slowly, Ms. Liberty blindly followed Bertha�s orders and grabbed hold of Cocoa�s other arm, the two women then dragging all of Cocoa�s 280 pounds to ringside. Dropping her upper body near the side ropes, Bertha then stood above her and placed her foot on Cocoa�s backside, pushing her toward the ropes with her foot. Ms. Liberty stood and watched, but Bertha yelled for her to get down and roll the large woman out of the ring while she pushed her from above. Once again Ms. Liberty followed the instructions, getting down on her knees and pushing Cocoa from behind, rolling her onto the ring apron. Cocoa made a desperate attempt to grab the ropes to prevent herself from being removed, but Ms. Liberty then gave her one final push, rolling her off of the ring apron as she fell to the floor below, eliminated from the contest.
The crowd jeered, unhappy with the result as Cocoa rolled on the concrete floor, still grasping at her aching knee. Up in the ring, Ms. Liberty�s upper body was perched perilously between the bottom two ropes as her knees remained just inside of them, leaning between the cables from her kneeling position. Needing that leverage in order to have rolled Cocoa out of the ring, Ms. Liberty was now nonetheless in a very precarious position as she began to duck her head below the middle rope and move her upper body back inside the ropes. The crowd reacted in anticipation as Bertha lurked directly behind her, in prime position to push her forward and eliminate her as well. But once again, Bertha did not take advantage of the opportunity, instead allowing Ms. Liberty to position her torso back inside the ropes while still on her knees as she then reached for the top one to pull herself onto her feet.
But Bertha�s true intentions soon became apparent as she quickly moved behind her kneeling rival, positioning her legs so that they straddled Ms. Liberty. She then clamped her hands down on top of Ms. Liberty�s hands, clenching hold of them against the top rope before whirling herself backward. Ms. Liberty, surprised by Bertha�s quick seizure of her hands, turned to look just as Bertha�s knees slammed into her upper back, sending a sharp pain throughout her upper body as she collapsed forward.
With an anguished groan, Ms. Liberty was hammered forward, her midsection forced down onto the middle rope as her upper body now dangled between the inside and outside of the ring. Stepping across her so that her legs once again straddled Ms. Liberty�s back, Bertha then reached through the ropes and grabbed a handful of her rival�s black hair, pulling on her head so that Ms. Liberty�s throat was forced onto the middle cable. Bertha then lifted her right leg and knelt on the back of Ms. Liberty�s neck, placing her weight on it to choke her against the rope.
The crowd began to react, some jeering Bertha�s dirty tactics though not everyone was displeased by her method of attack. Throughout Bertha�s career she had gradually begun to build a small but enthusiastic fan base who appreciated her despicable methods, and those fans had become more vocal in their support. With the crowd getting louder, Ms. Liberty began to flail her arms and kick her feet in a frenzied reaction to her plight, Bertha smiling as she leaned in closer. Grabbing the rope on either side of Ms. Liberty�s throat, she then pulled up on it while pressing her knee down on the back of her neck to further emphasize the choke. With her opponent still flapping her arms and legs frantically, Bertha moved in even closer to taunt her trapped adversary.
�So I guess you were wondering why you weren�t eliminated already, even though you could have been!� Bertha whispered menacingly to her choking challenger. �You weren�t eliminated because this is exactly what I wanted ..... Just me and you ...... alone!�
Ms. Liberty�s head was jerked up and down as her face grew bright red, still kneeling as the tried desperately to break the choke with her hands. But Bertha had her just where she wanted her, having played Ms. Liberty perfectly. Though she certainly had the opportunity to eliminate her enemy, it was evident that Bertha was much more interested in making her suffer first as she continued her threats, revealing her intentions to the asphyxiated veteran.
�You think you�re so damned high and mighty?!?!? You think that because you beat me twice before that you�re better than me?!?!? Well let me tell you sumptin� grandma, I shooda beat you both times but you just got lucky. So this time I�m gonna not only beat you, but do it in a way that makes sure that you never wrestle again! I�m gonna beat you so bad that you ain�t gonna have nuttin� left for the next round!�
The angry scowl on Bertha�s face as she whispered the threat into Ms. Liberty�s ear was evidence of her intent. She had purposely made sure that Cocoa was eliminated first, leaving only she and Ms. Liberty in the ring for the Battle Royale round. She then planned to weaken Ms. Liberty so much so that in the final round of the tournament; the round in which the losers were removed from the roster; Ms. Liberty would have no chance of surviving. Bertha�s sinister plan was already in progress as Ms. Liberty grew weaker by the moment, her face now beet red as Bertha finally released the cables, though she kept her knee planted on the back of her rival�s neck. She then leaned forward and grabbed hold of each of Ms. Liberty�s wrists, pulling them backward while removing her knee from her back.
Free from the choking, Ms. Liberty�s head lifted as she nervously gasped for air. She looked frantic, her back still aching badly as she continued to try and feverishly catch her breath. With her arms being pulled behind her, Ms. Liberty was forced to now kneel upright as Bertha then pushed her foot onto the veteran�s back. Ms. Liberty�s aching back arched as her large chest protruded forward, her upper body folded inward as Bertha pushed into her back while pulling on her arms. Ms. Liberty�s pretty face skewed in pain, the torture she was being subjected to overwhelming her. Still unable to breathe regularly, and with her back screaming in pain, she faced out toward the crowd, who cheered excitedly at the action.
Twisting away on her victim�s arms while bending her aching back, Bertha pulled with all of her strength, Ms. Liberty crying out in pain. But Bertha then slid her foot further upward, planting on the back of Ms. Liberty�s head and once again pushing it down onto the ropes. With the brunette folding forward, her throat once again fixed against the middle cable, Bertha then stepped up onto the back of Ms. Liberty�s neck with one foot, and then repeated with the other so that she was now standing on the back of Ms. Liberty�s neck to choke her even more. Still clutching Ms. Liberty�s wrists, she curled her arms up high behind her to further torture her rival.
With her arms ripped back in an extreme chickenwing hold, Ms. Liberty�s face was just inches from the mat as her mouth fell open and a stream of drool dripped out of it. All of Bertha�s 170 pounds were now being used to choke her against the middle rope, the ornery woman shuffling her feet down on the back of her neck . To make matters worse, Bertha continued her tirade, leaning down to taunt her some more.
�I ain�t gonna stop grandma! I�m gonna demoralize you ..... I�m gonna degrade you ..... and then I�m gonna destroy you ..... once and for all!�
The threat was spoken with unmistakable malice, Ms. Liberty now lightheaded and near unconsciousness as Bertha finally jumped up off of her, only to drive both knees down directly between her shoulder blades, slamming them viciously into her back.
�AAAAWWWWWWWWW!� howled the tormented veteran as she collapsed to the canvas, rolling around uncontrollably from the enormous pain she was in.
Once again desperately panting for air, she continued to flail on the canvas, a clear sign of the debilitating pain she was in. Her body flapped around in a frantic display as Bertha callously cavorted around the ring. Ms. Liberty thrashed about a bit more, but then fell onto her stomach, grabbing her throat with both hands. Bertha sauntered back over to her, reaching down to grab Ms. Liberty by her ankles and pulling her legs in toward the center of the ring. Her besieged brunette victim impulsively reached for the ropes and grabbed hold of the middle one with both hands as Bertha continued to tug on her legs, Ms. Liberty facing downward as her body stretched across the ring. She barely had the strength to hold on, but once Bertha was satisfied that she had extended her prey as far as she could, she spread the brunette�s legs apart before punting her foot forward to deliver a monstrous and merciless kick into the veteran�s crotch.
�IIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!� squealed the inconsolable veteran as her fingers uncoiled from the ropes and the front of her body slammed against the canvas.
She again thrashed about uncontrollably, her body convulsing from the brutal attack. Bertha meanwhile stood and watched, a satisfied smirk on her face as Ms. Liberty floundered below her. It had become quite obvious that this was more than a wrestling match to Bertha; this was a personal vendetta, and how far she was willing to take that vendetta was now the only remaining question. She had already rendered Ms. Liberty susceptible to further attacks, but what those attacks would entail, still remained to be seen.
Marching over to her fallen enemy, Bertha grabbed two handfuls of Ms. Liberty�s short, black hair and ripped her onto her knees. With Ms. Liberty kneeling upright, she then grabbed her by the wrists as she stood directly in front of her, pulling on her arms to extend them high over her head. With Ms. Liberty�s torso now fully extended, Bertha sent a straight kick forward, driving the tip of her wrestling boot into the depths of Ms. Liberty�s lower abdomen.
�PPWWUUUUHH!� yelped the battered brunette as a huge burst of air spew forth from her mouth.
She collapsed forward, but Bertha again yanked her up by the arms, once again stretching her torso while keeping her on her knees. But this time Bertha marched around to her back so that she now stood behind her kneeling target. She kept Ms. Liberty�s arms pulled high overhead, and then inched closer before slamming her knee into the middle of Ms. Liberty�s back, jarring her already wounded spine.
�AAAAAAAHHHHHH!� howled the battered brunette as she toppled forward and again rolled wildly on the canvas, her back arched to alleviate the pain.
Bertha stood and watched her thrash around once again, but then reached down and grabbed her by the ankles, rolling her onto her back before yanking up on her legs and spreading them apart. With Ms. Liberty flat on her back and her fishnet covered legs spread open in the shape of a �V�, Bertha stepped in and sent a powerful stomp down into her already battered groin.
�OOOOOOHHHHHH!� wailed Ms. Liberty once more, her body recoiling on the canvas as her legs were still held erect.
Bertha then yanked up on Ms. Liberty�s legs, stuffing them beneath each arm to further upend the pulverized veteran. Ms. Liberty dangled off of Bertha, the back of her shoulders pressing against the canvas as her arms fell limply behind them, the rest of her body hanging off of her attacker. Bertha then began to rotate, hauling Ms. Liberty�s body around in a circle as her arms sailed outward. This continued for three full revolutions before Bertha paused, allowing Ms. Liberty�s body to fall back down toward the canvas and once again sag off of her, Bertha then backpedalling toward the corner. Standing with her back toward the corner and just a few feet away from it, Bertha then fell backward, pulling on Ms. Liberty�s legs to propel her forward. As Bertha tumbled, Ms. Liberty was shot over her, sailing forward until her face collided with the turnbuckle with sickening force.
The impact was devastating as Ms. Liberty�s pretty face mashed against the padding, her body following to smash against the corner before she dropped, her mangled body huddled together in the corner. With one arm draped over the bottom rope, Ms. Liberty was dazed and unable to focus. The crowd noise was now simply a buzz in her ears as she could not clear her head. But in contrast to Ms. Liberty�s muddled state, Bertha was thinking quite clearly, getting to her feet and pausing as she placed her hands on her knees, catching her breath as she glanced at the huddled mass of her opponent.
The quickness and ferocity of the beating was remarkable but anyone�s standards, Ms. Liberty clearly in trouble as a result. Bertha had accomplished what she had set out to do and now it seemed just a matter of time before she eliminated her depleted foe. Catching her breath, she again moved in, preparing to resume the attack. She grabbed Ms. Liberty by the hair and ripped her onto her feet, shoving her back against the corner. The former two time Veteran�s Division Champion looked haggard as her body wilted from the corner, one arm hanging limply off of the top rope, her legs strewn listlessly beneath her. Bertha paused again, enjoying these short breaks as she surveyed the damage she had done.
With the crowd still enjoying the massacre, Bertha then moved in again, but Ms. Liberty somehow managed to lunge forward and land a sloppy forearm smash to the side of Bertha�s head. The blow sent Bertha stumbling back a few steps though Ms. Liberty was too depleted to effectively follow up as she stood a step away from the corner. Bertha charged at her, slamming a ferocious forearm into the side of Ms. Liberty�s head which sent a spray of sweat shooting off of her face as she was once again knocked back into the corner. Both of the brunette�s arms fell over the top rope as her body sagged, Bertha then verring back before unleashing a furious knee which sank deeply into Ms. Liberty�s gut.
�MMMMPPHHH!� muttered the battered brunette before Bertha then repeated the attack a second time, Ms. Liberty�s body sagging even more.
�OOOOMMPHH!� she garbled, though Bertha took no sympathy, delivering a final stomp into her assaulted opponent�s soft abdomen, sending Ms. Liberty�s body sliding down the corner until she sat on the canvas, her legs spread apart with her back propped up against the turnbuckles.
With her eyes rolling and her head drooping, Ms. Liberty�s shoulders slouched as her arms fell limply at her sides. Her legs were spread open and she looked incoherent, the attack seemingly too much for her body to take. But then Bertha then knelt down, grabbing Ms. Liberty by the chin and propping her head up as she leaned in close, their faces just inches apart. Bertha stared into Ms. Liberty�s hazy brown eyes, her own eyes still afire with a distinguishable fury still present.
�That first part was payback for taking the title from me the first time we met. But I�m just getting started grandma! This next part is payback for the second time you beat me in the Bikini Wrestler of the Year Contest!� Bertha growled, not yet done with her pummeled opponent.
Standing up, Bertha then strutted around the ring, a chorus of boos cascading down on her by the fans, though a large contingent cheered her celebratory stroll as well. She then sauntered back over to the corner where Ms. Liberty remained seated on the mat, and turned before slowly lowering her butt down, shaking it as it descended to the delight of her fans. She finally lowered it to the point where she was seated on Ms. Liberty�s face, the back of the brunette�s head resting against the bottom turnbuckle as Bertha ground her ass onto her face.
The humiliating display drew a chuckle from many in the crowd as Ms. Liberty tried to prop Bertha off of her, but to no avail. Bertha delighted in the degradation of her rival as she continued to grind her butt into Ms. Liberty�s face. She then finally stood up, thrusting her arms overhead as she again strolled around the ring. With more fans cheering for her than before, she again returned.
Reaching the corner, she grabbed Ms. Liberty by the hair and plucked her onto her feet. She then spun her around and shoved her, face first, against the corner, twisting her arms behind her back and using the painful hold to prop her up even more. She then shoved her forward into the corner again, Ms. Liberty�s large chest projecting over the top rope as Bertha released her arms, both of Ms. Liberty�s upper extremities falling limply over the top rope. Bertha then rammed her knee into Ms. Liberty�s back, pounding on her already burning spine. Ms. Liberty�s body quivered, her chest shaking as it sagged over the top rope as her head fell forward, her legs askew beneath her.
Moving in close, Bertha then shoved her arms beneath Ms. Liberty�s arms, propping her up by the armpits. She pulled her out of the corner, virtually holding her up by her armpits as she then reached forward and placed her hands over each of Ms. Liberty�s eyes, raking her fingers across them to blind the vanquished veteran.
�OOOOOOWWWWHH!!� squealed the blinded brunette as Bertha locked her in a full nelson, trapping her arms out to her sides.
Taking a few steps back, Bertha paused. Ms. Liberty�s eyes were now bloodshot as tears began to streak down her cheeks while she was help up, a few feet away from the corner. Blinded and unable to protect herself, she then felt Bertha begin to push her from behind and just a moment later, the front of her body rammed against the corner, shaking the entire ring. Her chest took the brunt of the collision as Bertha kept the full nelson in place, pulling her from the corner and spinning her around. With Bertha�s back against the corner now, Ms. Liberty faced out into the ring, though she was still blinded, her head dropping wearily in front of her. Bertha then stepped up onto the middle rope, keeping Ms. Liberty in front of her with her arms still locked in the full nelson. Perched upward and behind her trapped victim, Bertha then dove forward, forcing Ms. Liberty�s body to plummet downward until the front of her body slammed against the mat, the pain from this collision distributed evenly throughout her entire body.
With her arms trapped and still blinded by the eye gouge, Ms. Liberty could neither protect herself from the fall, nor recognize when it was coming. As a result, her large chest slammed unprotected against the mat, followed by her face, which was mauled against the mat and then the rest of the front of her body which was pulverized against the canvas as she began to moan loudly, Bertha pushing herself off of her as Ms. Liberty huddled her knees into her chest while still kneeling. The defensive position she had moved her body into forced her rear end into the air, so Bertha rushed up behind her, sending a straight kick directly into it, the point of Bertha's boot digging into Ms. Liberty's ample butt. The blow knocked Ms. Liberty's body forward and flat to the canvas, prompting Bertha to deliver an angry kick into her side, rolling her onto her back.
Demoralized, degraded, and just about defeated, Ms. Liberty lay on her back spread eagle, her arms strewn out to her sides as her legs spread apart beneath her. Her large chest heaved up and down from her heavy breathing, her face still red with a large red stripe visible around her throat. Bertha had delivered on her threat, and as the other wrestlers watched from ringside, most sat and shook their head, stunned by the beating Bertha was dispensing.
The action had ground to a halt as Bertha once again strut around her fallen prey, thrusting her arms overhead once more as Ms. Liberty remained inert. She moved closer, and with her arms still stretched high overhead, stomped her boot down into Ms. Liberty�s belly. The indolent brunette�s body shuddered, Bertha then seizing her by the hair and ripping her onto her feet. She released the grip on Ms. Liberty�s tresses as the two stood face to face, Bertha situated a few inches away from the wobbly veteran. Ms. Liberty was unstable, her legs quivering as her shoulders slumped and her arms hung limply at her sides. Her head also slouched downward, though her bloodshot eyes remained open. With the crowd cheering for the end, Bertha wound her fist back and sent a brutal uppercut into Ms. Liberty�s butchered belly.
�AAAAAAWWWWWWWW!� groaned the vexed veteran as she was lifted onto her toes by the force of the punch while folding in half and grabbing her tortured midsection.
Moving in, Bertha shoved Ms. Liberty�s bowed head between her legs, and then reached forward, wrapping her arms around the back of Ms. Liberty�s waist. Locking her hands together on the brunette�s belly to secure her grip, Bertha then heaved up on the bulky brunette�s body, upending her as she hugged her midsection. Ms. Liberty�s arms hung down toward the canvas as the blood rushed to her head, a section of her midsection visibly compressed by Bertha's tight grip. Her head was bent slightly backward, trapped between Bertha's sweaty thighs as she stared forward, her eyes glazed over though a distinct awareness of her impending fate clearly portrayed in her expression. She tried to shake her head free, but Bertha had it wedged tightly between her thighs, Ms. Liberty muttering in a soft, faint voice.
"no ........ no ........ no ........."
Bertha struggled to keep Ms. Liberty's 175 pound body upended, but then abruptly dropped into a seated position, driving the top of Ms. Liberty�s head into the canvas.
There was a chorus of gasps from the crowd, as well as the wrestlers at ringside, as Ms. Liberty�s body toppled over and bounced against the mat. She landed on her side, her eyes closed as she lay motionless. Bertha sat there for a moment, noticing a slight twitch in her victim�s body as she smiled, satisfied at what she had done. She then got to her feet and grabbed Ms. Liberty by her ankles, dragging her limp body over to the side of the ring. Pulled on her back, Ms. Liberty�s eyes remained closed though her chest continued to heave up and down from her heavy breathing. As Bertha reached the side ropes, she dropped Ms. Liberty�s legs before pushing her beneath the ropes with her foot. She kicked her beneath the cables, and then with a final shove of her foot, knocked her out of the ring. Ms. Liberty rolled off of the ring apron before dropping hard to the mat, Barbara rushing over to her to see if she was okay.
Surprisingly, Ms. Liberty�s eyes opened, though she did not move. A few of the attendants then rushed in to check on her as well as Bertha again thrust her arms overhead and the bell rang loudly to signal the end of the contest!
�With both Cocoa and Ms. Liberty eliminated, Big Bad Bertha wins the Battle Royale, and will now get to choose the match-ups for our final round. We�ll take a short break to check on Ms. Liberty, and then we�ll be back for Bertha�s decisions and the final round matches !� he proclaimed.
Outside of the ring, Ms. Liberty remained laying on her back on the floor as 2 of the medical staff examined her. She did not move, though her eyes remained open. There was a noticable uneasiness amongst several of the other wrestlers, especially Barbara who remained by her side, as well as many of Ms. Liberty's fans. She had taken a terrific physical beating, capped off by the devastating and deadly Pile Driver, and there was great concern that she had suffered a severe injury as a result. But then finally, after a few mintues, she was helped to her feet, her arms draped around the necks of the two medical staff who guided her to a seat in the front row.
Wincing in pain with each movement of her body, she was gingerly helped down before sitting slouched in her chair. Bertha then climbed out of the ring and strut paast the other wrestlers with a sinister smirk on her face. They all looked back at her as she passed; Summer clearly intimidated by the older woman, Felizia simply sitting and staring back expressionless while Cocoa snarled at her. Barbara meanwhile seemed the angriest of all, but tried to hold her emotions in check and not confront the dastardly Bertha. A few more minutes passed as the medical staff continued to remain by Ms.Liberty's side as the announcer returned to the ring, ready to kick off the final round.
